Wall! de year go by, an' Louis leev' Widout no work to do, Rise w'en he lak on winter day, Fin' all de snow is clear away, No fuss, no not'ing, dere 's de sleigh An' trotter waitin' too. 

Widout no work to do,

An' trotter waitin' too.

 W'en t'orty year is nearly t'roo An' devil 's not come back 'Course Louis say, 'Wall! he forget Or t'ink de tam 's not finish yet; I 'll tak' ma chance an' never fret," But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'. 

An' devil 's not come back

But dat 's w'ere he mak' mistak'.

 For on a dark an' stormy night W'en Louis is sittin' dere, After he fassen up de door De devil come as he come before, Lookin' de sam' only leetle more, For takin' heem—you know w'ere. 

W'en Louis is sittin' dere,

For takin' heem—you know w'ere.

 "Asseyez vous, sit down, ma frien', Bad night be on de road; You come long way an' should be tire— Jus' wait an' mebbe I feex de fire— Tak' off your clothes for mak' dem drier, Dey mus' be heavy load." 

Bad night be on de road;

Dey mus' be heavy load."

 Dat 's how poor Louis Desjardins Talk to de devil, sir— Den say, "Try leetle w'isky blanc, Dey 're makin' it back on St. Laurent— It 's good for night dat 's cole an' raw," But devil never stir, 

Talk to de devil, sir—

But devil never stir,

 Until he smell de smell dat come W'en Louis mak' it hot Wit' sugar, spice, an' ev'ryt'ing. Enough to mak' a man's head sing— For winter, summer, fall an' spring— It 's very bes' t'ing we got. 

W'en Louis mak' it hot

It 's very bes' t'ing we got.

 An' so de devil can't refuse To try de w'isky blanc, An' say, "I 'm tryin' many drink, An' dis is de fines' I don't t'ink, De firse, ba tonder! mak' me wink— Hooraw, pour Canadaw!" 

To try de w'isky blanc,

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